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Three
separate
times
,
a
point
in
physiotime
came
and
passed
,
during
which
some
simple
action
of
my
own
might
have
altered
her
personal
Reality
.
Naturally
,
I
knew
that
no
such
personally
motivated
Change
could
possibly
be
authorized
by
the
Council
.
Still
,
I
began
to
feel
personally
responsible
for
her
death
.
That
was
part
of
my
motivation
later
on
,
you
see
.
She
became
pregnant
.
I
took
no
action
,
though
I
should
have
.
I
had
worked
her
Life
-
Plot
,
modified
to
include
her
relationship
with
me
,
and
I
knew
pregnancy
to
be
a
high
-
probability
consequence
.
As
you
may
or
may
not
know
,
Timed
women
are
occasionally
made
pregnant
by
Eternals
despite
precautions
.
It
is
not
unheard
of
.
Still
,
since
no
Eternal
may
have
a
child
,
such
pregnancies
as
do
occur
are
ended
painlessly
and
safely
.
There
are
many
methods
.
My
Life
-
Plotting
had
indicated
she
would
die
before
delivery
,
so
I
took
no
precautions
.
She
was
happy
in
her
pregnancy
and
I
wanted
her
to
remain
so
.
So
I
only
watched
and
tried
to
smile
when
she
told
me
she
could
feel
life
stirring
within
her
.
But
then
something
happened
.
She
gave
birth
prematurely
-
-
I
don
’
t
wonder
you
look
that
way
.
I
had
a
child
.
A
real
child
of
my
own
.
You
’
ll
find
no
other
Eternal
,
perhaps
,
who
can
say
that
.
That
was
more
than
a
misdemeanor
.
That
was
a
serious
felony
,
but
it
was
still
nothing
.
I
hadn
’
t
expected
it
.
Birth
and
its
problems
were
an
aspect
of
life
with
which
I
had
had
little
experience
.
I
went
back
to
the
Life
-
Plot
in
panic
and
found
the
living
child
,
in
an
alternate
solution
to
a
low
-
probability
forklet
I
had
overlooked
.
A
professional
Life
-
Plotter
would
not
have
overlooked
it
and
I
had
done
wrong
to
trust
my
own
abilities
that
far
.
But
what
could
I
do
now
?
I
couldn
’
t
kill
the
child
.
The
mother
had
two
weeks
to
live
.
Let
the
child
live
with
her
till
then
,
I
thought
.
Two
weeks
of
happiness
is
not
an
exorbitant
gift
to
ask
.
The
mother
died
,
as
foreseen
,
and
in
the
manner
foreseen
.
I
sat
in
her
room
,
for
all
the
time
permitted
by
the
spatio
-
temporal
chart
,
aching
with
a
sorrow
all
the
keener
for
my
having
waited
for
death
,
in
full
knowledge
,
for
over
a
year
.
In
my
arms
,
I
held
my
son
and
hers
.
–
Yes
,
I
let
it
live
.
